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Chapter 11

Kirsten looked around the grubby room taking in her surroundings. She noticed a photo of her and Sandy propped up on the dresser. She smiled sadly as she remembered how happy they were. So unbelievably in love that it hurt to be apart. So in love that no matter what he did to her she could never fall out of love. It still hurt every night having to sleep in an empty bed. Her heart ached as she watched him clutch his ribs as he bent to tie his shoes, "Kirsten, please." He pleaded. Kirsten shook her head.

"If you think I'm gonna let this happen you're an idiot." She said sternly. He winced as he straightened up and she wanted nothing more than to hold him and kiss the pain away but his eyes flashed in hr direction and she remembered. His eyes wild with adrenaline and amusement as she crumpled to the floor in pain. She could remember his hands, the hands that once massaged her neck after a hard day, the hands that held hers as they sauntered on the beach, the hands that slid her wedding ring onto her finger as she stood next to him at the alter, the hands that clasped her own when they made love, the hands that took heart and crushed it with their might. She used to love his hands, so soft and gentle. They would touch her with care but then he changed. He wasn't so careful. They weren't open waiting for hers to place inside his. They were balled in a fist soaring toward her as she whimpered in pain. A small tear escaped her eye and he turned to her.

"Hey…" he said softly making his way toward her but she jumped from the bed and wiped the tears furiously. Sandy noted the panic in her eyes. Her awkward movements as she dodged his help. The crack in his heart widened just a fraction as she refused to meet his eyes.

"I'm fine," she said evenly. Sandy nodded and sat on the bed trying not to move. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like this. The last time someone had given him a beating. This is what he had done to her almost everyday for three months. He was the kinda guy he hated. The guy he fought all is life to keep kids away from. The kinda guy he managed to save one of his sons from. He didn't deserve her help. He didn't deserve to be within an inch of her. He didn't deserve the memories he had, the photos, the life he could hold his hand up and say he once had. He hated himself.

There was a knock at the door and he felt himself tense. Kirsten turned to him and took a deep breath steadying herself for what was to come. She was about to turn the handle when she felt a hand on her shoulder, "Let me," he said seriously and moved away from the door. When he pulled the door open she watched as a fist flew through the door and collided with Sandy's face. He fell back onto the floor and her father came into view rubbing his fist. Kirsten ran to Sandy's side to survey the damage. Sandy was out cold. Caleb grabbed Kirsten's shoulder and she flinched.

"What are you doing here Kirsten?" he said harshly, "Don't tell me you're seeing him again?"

"I told you no, Dad. I told you I didn't want this." She said tearfully. He turned to the same guy as the day before and signalled for him to leave.

"I can't, Kirsten. He's not getting away with this. I won't let him."

"Look at him. He's not getting away with anything. He's lost everything. His family, his friends. His whole life is gone and nothing you can do is gonna make it any worse. So don't try and get revenge because it's not you who should be getting it." She stopped and watched as Sandy groaned and turned on his side. Caleb turned to his daughter and closed his eyes before bursting into tears. He covered his face with his hands.

"I don't know what to do, Kirsten. I don't know how to help you." He said through sobs. Kirsten pulled his hands away and wrapped them around her as she pulled him towards her. She held him for a second until his sobbing subsided.

"I just need you to be my dad. I don't need you to fix me," she said softly before holding his face in her hands and forcing his gaze on her, "Look at me, daddy. I'm not broken. He didn't take something I cant get back. I just need us to move on." She paused and wiped the tears from her fathers face, "Please can we just move on?"

Kirsten cradled Sandy's head on her knees the same way as she did the day before. She persuaded her father to leave her alone with him. He left reluctantly not wanting to leave her with such a monster, "He doesn't deserve this, Kirsten. Why are you doing this?" he said desperately.

"Because I love him," she said evenly.

Sandy opened his eyes to find her watching over him. He smiled, "I forgot how good it was waking up with you." Kirsten sighed and dabbed his eye with a cloth.

"This is it, Sandy." She said sadly.

"What?"

"This. This is the last time. I can't keep seeing you. Not like this. I can't be alone with you anymore." She said her tone cracking every now and then. Sandy managed to get to his knees shakily and face her.

"I am so sorry for doing this to you, baby." He reached up and cradled her face, "I love you so much. Enough to let you go. Enough to let you love again. I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone who can look after you. But I know they'll never love you as much as I do. As much as I always will." Kirsten dipped her head overcome with grief.

"I don't wanna let you go, Sandy. I don't wanna leave you but you're not you anymore. You're not the guy I love. You're not my Sandy Cohen who vowed to take care of me. You're not him. And you have no idea how much to hurts to know that I can't have him. That he's gone and I can't get him back no matter how much I pray."

"Baby, I'm here. I only went away for a little while. I'm here right in front of you."

"No you're not. You're the guy who hurt me. You broke my heart. It can't be mended Sandy. You can't fix it." She paused and grasped his hands, "I know I'll never find anyone to love who'll love me the way you do. And I'll never love again the way I love you. I'll never find anyone who'll make me as happy as you did. And I'll never stop loving you. That I can promise you, Sandy." Sandy placed his forehead on hers and held her head in her hands.

"I love you, Kirsten. Always will."

"I love you too." She said tearfully. She closed her eyes as her lips met his for the last time. She tried to remember her Sandy. Her tears mixed with his as she pushed harder onto his lips. She could feel it. Se could remember. She pulled away suddenly and pulled him into an embrace. They sat there for what seemed like an eternity holding each other. Neither wanted to say goodbye but they both knew they'd have to.

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